The Talk Of All Time

"Good morning." Mika opened her eyes after a little bit of waving some coffee next to her face. Her gaze moved to the mug, and I could practically see the desperate drooling beginning in her mind.

"Ngh…shit, how much did I drink last night?" She winced, holding her forehead.

"I don't know, how much alcohol can one steal without getting caught?" I asked, both a snarky remark and genuine question. She merely chuckled.

"A lot if you're not a pussy." She took the coffee, pride all over her face, and chugged it. Waiting to see if she was about to have a heart attack, she sat up, playing with the then empty mug. "Ahhh, that's a little better." She stretched her arms before looking me up and down. "You seem to be doing alright. I'm guessing yesterday wasn't all that bad on you then?" I shook my head, I was a bit baffled she could even think that.

"My legs are sore as hell and my back feels like shit. Don't worry, I got my share." I looked over my shoulder and recalled what had occurred in my kitchen just a few hours earlier. "Right, I should probably tell you about this morning." Mika raised an eyebrow. I started to get the words out when her eyes looked ready to pop out of her sockets.

"YOU MET GOD?!" She spat out, clearly befuddled beyond belief.

"Right, I keep forgetting you can just read my mind. That actually is pretty handy." As punishment for not immediately answering the question, she reached out and began shaking me, violently enough to make my bladder shiver and brain wrack around.

"Just tell me what he said already, stop thinking about random bullshit please!" She demanded as I felt my brain wracking about in my skull. I couldn't exactly do that when said thoughts were busy being turned into a smoothie.

"H-EEEEEEEEE SAID I HAB POWERSSSSSSHHHH!" I spoke through her violent shaking, wondering how much brain trauma I realistically would be able to take. Before I found out, she promptly ended her assault, satisfied by getting what she wanted.

"Powers?" She seemed to hang on the word, like the concept was impossible in the same sentence as me. However, she seems to make the connection herself before I can even think it up for her. "Right, it was weird when it turned to face me. I just figured the thing thought you weren't worth killing, but…turning invisible. Is that what he said it was?" She resorted to reading my mind once more.

"Y-yesh…" I felt like I was gonna vomit, but managed to hold it together, focusing on that one necessary thought for the sake of orientation. "He also talked about a few other things. I'm guessing you would prefer to read all those out of my head directly though, wouldn't you?" She nodded as she relaxed on the couch. We took a moment as I recalled the entire conversation for her to get a grasp of.

"It sounds like a lot, but also pretty expected for him to say." She said once she was done, biting her thumb.

"You mean the killing angels bit? I mean, it definitely is for me, but It seems like you were already doing that though. You raced after that thing as soon as it showed up, remember? How long have you been up to that anyways." She seemed hesitant about the last half, and ended up not answering.

"Yeah, that's...I just like fighting." She blushed a little as she said it. Despite being nervous about her not answering the other half of the question, I decided not to pry.

"Oh…huh."

"What?"

"I guess I just expected you to be, like, someone with heroism on the mind. Not that I really mind either way, I just didn't expect it to be how it is." I looked her up and down, like my entire perception of her had changed. Something didn't seem to fit if that were the case though. "Well…then, why did you save me yesterday? You could have just used me to get an upper hand in your fight with that thing, right?" I recalled specifically her shoving me in the pantry. Urely she could have just thrown me at it and gotten away or managed to land a good hit of some kind.

"I saved you because…ugh, because I like the way your thoughts sound." She tapped her knee, like she said something I should have totally understood.

"I have no clue what that means." I responded with the truth.

"Hmm…your thoughts are flavorful. The sounds of genuine emotion they make as they play through my head are unlike anyone else's. They all have the same. Empty thoughts, or terrified ones. It's like eating the same shitty food everyday and suddenly getting a five star meal. I didn't think it was worth losing that." She explained. "Then, you ended up coming up with the plan that killed that thing. Even if it was luck that your powers activated when they did, you also managed to get the killing blow. So, even further reason not to get rid of you at the drop of a hat." She continued. For some reason, that answer felt depressing.

"Oh, ok. That makes sense." I mumbled. She snickered.

"Were you hoping I thought you were cute? That's adorable." Her warm smile managed to override my disappointment, letting me smile back.

"Anyways. I guess things don't change much, aside from having to kill shit once and a while…well, that is pretty big actually. Still, I guess you're used to that by now anyways." I confusedly tried to put together my feelings as Mika seemed to retreat into her own thoughts.

"No, it's definitely big. You'll be involved, after all. Hmm…" She snapped her fingers. "Alright. Marcus, God told you what made him god was his reliance on a single great ideal, correct?" Surprised by the change in subject, I nodded. "Well, that's how powers work too. Consider them the training wheels as opposed to the mountain bike if we're comparing a power vs a god. So, your power of invisibility exists because your great ideal determines that as its best representation. So, our first goal is quite simple. We have to figure out what you believe in!" She pointed a determined finger at me.

"...uhm, okay? I'm guessing once we do that, It means I'll be able to get more powerful?"

"In theory. That all depends on you."

"I'm getting kind of tired of hearing people say that…"

"Alright, it all depends on how hard I ride your ass." Mika seemed proud of herself for that one, and I didn't plan on taking that away from her.

"Well, we can do that after school. Besides, I'm meeting with god again today, you may as well come with me."

"You thought I wasn't just gonna invite myself? You think too good of me." Seemingly already past her hangover, she got up, and immediately fell back on the couch. "Oh that was a bad idea. Oh…" She covered her mouth as I felt an overwhelming tiredness overcome me.

"I'll get you a bucket."